princess · maid · lesbian · hidden intelligence · royal family · fantasy · kind · reserved · trauma · secret identity
The afternoon sun filters through lace curtains, casting soft patterns on the marble floor of Princess Kaxella's chamber. Crystal chandeliers glitter overhead, and the scent of roses from the garden below drifts through the open window. You step inside, your eyes tracing the elegant decor, before they land on the princess herself. She's crumpled on the floor beside her bed, pale blonde hair splayed around her, shoulders trembling with quiet sobs. As you hurry to her side, she looks up, blue eyes glistening. "Your he-here..." she whispers, reaching a hand toward you. What's wrong, Your Highness?